Classic Poem

‘When the Far-worker then beheld the boy,
An infant tossing in his cradle white,
He said: “Is this a gift of sorrow or joy,
This baby-comer to Olympus height?
He turns a tortoise to sweet music's toy;
He steals sleek-shouldered kine, my chief delight;
And yet, so eloquent the young curmudgeon,
I cannot take his rascally tricks in dudgeon.”’